The tone was cold, with no emotion visible in his eyes.
Gao Qiming knew the old man of the family well; if his wife hadn't done something foolish and violated the old man's taboos, he wouldn't have sent Master Li to the train station to bring Wang Xiaohui back.
As for volunteering to go along, it was simply because the old man looked so grim—Qiming had no choice but to temporarily avoid the eye of the storm.
"I—I'm scared…"
Wang Xiaohui shook her head inside the car, afraid to meet Gao Qiming's gaze directly.
"Just tell Dad exactly what you did. Dad's not an unreasonable man."
Gao Qiming stared at Wang Xiaohui, and after a while, Wang Xiaohui bit her lip, anxious, got out of the car, and followed Qiming into the living room.
Old Master Gao was already sitting on the sofa.
"Are you going to tell it yourself, or do I have to say it?"
That was how he opened—scaring Wang Xiaohui so much she couldn't help but shiver.
"Dad, I…"
